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The Oasis
Contributed by
ScribereHabeo
on
Wednesday, 24th April 2013 @ 09:58:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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In my dreams there is a place
A place where I can see her face
Again feeling the love she gave
I wish I were there instead of at her grave
I can feel her skin
I can feel her light, her warmth again...
Its out there in the darkness of my mind
A place that light can barely find
Only light be her passion
We would love, like its going out of fassion
I cant hear her voice though
Why, I do not know
There will come a time when I forget
Too long from now I bet
When no longer do I feel the pain
A time when I no longer see the rain
I love her still and thats the hard part
She is in the Oasis
Close to my heart.....
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ScribereHabeo
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2013-04-24 21:58:59] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Oasis
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sagefairy on
Thursday, 25th April 2013 @ 03:44:24 PM AEST (User
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The longing you express in this poem I can relate to... It's strange how a loved one can be a respite from the cares of the world, and when gone things get all tattered inside. Wonderful work!
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Re: The Oasis
(User Rating: 1 ) by deusdeira on
Friday, 26th April 2013 @ 03:09:36 AM AEST (User
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memories are precious things. I covet them more than i would covet treasure. |
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